¹Behold, a king shall reign in righteousness, and princes shall rule in justice.

¹Se, en Konge skal herske med Retfærd, Fyrster styre med Ret,

²A man shall be as a hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the storm, as streams of water in a dry place, as the shade of a large rock in a weary land.

²hver af dem som Læ imod Storm og Ly imod Regnskyl, som Bække i Ørk, som en vældig Klippes Skygge i tørstende Land.

³The eyes of those who see will not be dim, and the ears of those who hear will listen.

³De seendes Øjne skal ej være blinde, de hørendes Ører skal lytte;

⁴The heart of the rash will understand knowledge, and the tongue of the stammerers will be ready to speak plainly.

⁴letsindiges Hjerte skal nemme Kundskab, stammendes Tunge tale flydende, rent.

⁵The fool will no longer be called noble, nor the scoundrel be highly respected.

⁵Dåren skal ikke mer kaldes ædel, højsindet ikke Skalken.

⁶For the fool will speak folly, and his heart will work iniquity, to practice profanity, and to utter error against Yahweh, To make empty the soul of the hungry, and to cause the drink of the thirsty to fail.

⁶Thi Dåren taler kun Dårskab, hans Hjerte udtænker Uret for at øve Niddingsværk og prædike Frafald fra HERREN, lade den sultne være tom og den tørstige mangle Vand.

⁷The ways of the scoundrel are evil. He devises wicked devices to destroy the humble with lying words, even when the needy speaks right.

⁷Skalkens Midler er onde, han oplægger lumske Råd for at ødelægge arme med Løgn, skønt Fattigmand godtgør sin Ret.

⁸But the noble devises noble things; and he will continue in noble things.

⁸Men den ædle har ædelt for og står fast i, hvad ædelt er.

⁹Rise up, you women who are at ease! Hear my voice! You careless daughters, give ear to my speech!

⁹Op, hør min Røst, I sorgløse Kvinder, I trygge Døtre, lyt til min Tale!

¹⁰For days beyond a year you will be troubled, you careless women; for the vintage shall fail. The harvest won’t come.

¹⁰Om År og Dag skal I trygge skælve, thi med Vinhøst er det ude, der kommer ej Frugthøst.

¹¹Tremble, you women who are at ease! Be troubled, you careless ones! Strip yourselves, make yourselves naked, and put sackcloth on your waist.

¹¹Bæv, I sorgløse, skælv, I trygge, klæd jer af og blot jer, bind Sæk om Lænd;

¹²Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

¹²slå jer for Brystet og klag over yndige Marker, frugtbare Vinstokke,

¹³Thorns and briars will come up on my people’s land; yes, on all the houses of joy in the joyous city.

¹³mit Folks med Tidseltorn dækkede Jord, ja, hvert Glædens Hus, den jublende By!

¹⁴For the palace will be forsaken. The populous city will be deserted. The hill and the watchtower will be for dens forever, a delight for wild donkeys, a pasture of flocks;

¹⁴Thi Paladset er øde, Bylarmen standset, Ofel med Tårnet en Grushob for evigt, Vildæslers Fryd, en Græsgang for Hjorde -

¹⁵Until the Spirit is poured on us from on high, and the wilderness becomes a fruitful field, and the fruitful field is considered a forest.

¹⁵til Ånd fra det høje udgydes over os. Da bliver Ørkenen til Frugthave, Frugthaven regnes for Skov.

¹⁶Then justice will dwell in the wilderness; and righteousness will remain in the fruitful field.

¹⁶Ret fæster Bo i Ørkenen, i Frugthaven dvæler Retfærd;

¹⁷The work of righteousness will be peace; and the effect of righteousness, quietness and confidence forever.

¹⁷Retfærds Frugt bliver Fred og Rettens Vinding Tryghed for evigt.

¹⁸My people will live in a peaceful habitation, in safe dwellings, and in quiet resting places.

¹⁸Da bor mit Folk i Fredens Hjem, i trygge Boliger, sorgfri Pauluner.

¹⁹Though hail flattens the forest, and the city is leveled completely.

¹⁹Skoven styrter helt, Byen bøjes dybt.

²⁰Blessed are you who sow beside all waters, who send out the feet of the ox and the donkey.

²⁰Salige I, som sår ved alle Vande, lader Okse og Æsel frit løbe om!